I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast, glossy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man. Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the moss? Who is he? Damn you! You little prank-pedora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you! Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly yearns for heaven. Secretly, secretly, oh Christine. Fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster, this repulsive carcass. A curse who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty. Secretly, secretly, oh Christine. Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.